Like a rug, that's frayed, and seen better days?
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| From Crazy as a Loom |
If only. We could take all those imperfections, broken threads, smudges that just won't come out. We could throw the whole thing right in the wash. Then take it apart, bit by bit. Put new warp on the loom, and reweave it all into a brand new rug.
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| From Crazy as a Loom |
We could undo those years of wear, turn it all around, and start over almost new?
Perfect threads. Brightest colors.
Wouldn't it be loverly?
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| From Crazy as a Loom |
Forgiveness
You laugh, head tipped back
For a second, I remember you
from a long time ago
So familiar, yet so changed
We make small talk
Onlookers think
Isn't that nice
There is a serious
Droning
In my head.
I feel my jaw clench
And then again.
You lean forward
Interested
I must be talking
But somehow
Even though I know
I have forgiven you
Long ago,
I am poised,
Ready to flee
To protect
Myself
From you.
To forgive
Does not mean
To ever forget.
How could it?
